Cheese. All I could see was cheese. That glass of liquid seemed to contain a large quantity of bleach. I should have been dead. But by some miracle, I managed to make one final batch of cheddar cheese.
Crawling up to the counter, I devoured a huge slab of my creation. The world seemed to stop.
Through the haze, everything seemed to change. I could hear a distant hum of voices. It felt like the church bell was ringing in my ears.
With my head in my hands, I tried to stand up. Was this all a dream?
"Jeff?" I croaked weakly.
"Boss, where are you?" the words registered in my spinning brain.
"On a floor"
Great, that bastard is drunk again.
"What?" I was NOT drunk.
With shaking hands, I gripped the cheese grater on the counter and slashed at the food in front of me.
He is just like his father- a nothing.
I turned to the place where the voice was coming from, raised the implement in my hand and attacked. His jugular had a single line of blood that was pouring onto the floor. The grater had scarred his lips so that they were sealed shut and his dying whisper could not be heard.
I felt the madness disappear from my mind. Like a recovery from a bad dream, everything seemed to make me shudder in my skin. As I gazed outside the window, dark clouds covered the sky and thunder roared in the distance.
We should go in that old abandoned factory, Luce.
The sharp thrumming voice of a young girl snapped my head back to the present.
There’s no w-way I’m going in there. It’s scawwy.
Two girls were OUTSIDE!
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